Each and every one of us have a woman/women who have played a significantly large role in seeing us to being the young ladies we are today. We simply don’t tell them enough how grateful we are for their presence in our lives or can’t put together in words our gratitude for all the moments we witnessed and those which they worked tirelessly “behind the scenes” to ensure we are well taken care of.
For me, that woman in undoubtedly my mother, Fiki Tsekiso. The older I get the more I am able to recognise as well as appreciate the woman that she is to not only my sister and I, but to the community at large. This selfless mbokodo of mine has been through her fair share of trials and tribulations but always comes out stronger and wiser. When I think back to the time when both my sister and I were in crèche and she was working as a nurse earning R400 per month, I can’t even phantom how she was able to hold us down as well as the household down, never-mind herself down. My sister and I were always well dressed, fed, entertained and happy! Even the crazy demands of me attending Saturday modelling classes and sporting commitments were met. How, I simply can’t tell you! All I know is that if I could I would spend every second of the day telling my mother how much I love her and how thankful I am for the woman she is and has nurtured me to be. Ngiyabonga Mtungwa, Mbulazi. I work tirelessly day in and out to ensure that I can one day provide for you the life you deserve. I love you so so much my queen!
In the spirit of women’s month, I’d love for you to share your stories of a woman/women who have made a positive difference in your life. A woman who is selfless, continues to inspire you each and every day and is deserving of a big THANK YOU in the comments section. I hope you do this In person too. #DarlingBigThankYou #Sponsored
Ndicela ubulela umama ondizalayo, ogama lakhe lingu Nomikise Princess Matwa. ndineminyaka eyi 25 ndikhuliswa ngumakhulu. umama wam wayekade esebenza ethekwini ecoca izindlu, wayesoloko enditumela impahla, eqinisekisa ukuba asilali singatyanga, eqinisekekisa ukuba ndifunda kwisikolo sezinga eliphezulu. Uye wathata isigqibo sobuyela ebhayi ezotshata notata wam ukuze ahlale nefamily yakhe. Ndiyendaqubeka ndahlala ndakhuliswa ngumakhulu, andibanalo ithuba lokwazana nomama ondizalayo kodwa lona uthando lwakhe bendilwazi, ngenxa yongazani kakuhle besithanda uxabana, as ba ndikhula ndafikelela kwisigqibo soba akandithandi ngenxa yokuxabana nokuphikisana kwizinto ezincinci. Uye wakhatazeka yilonto. kungoku nje ndihlala ePretoria umama wam use Port Elizabeth, ndikhumbula ndixelela utata ndisiti ufumana kwam umsebenzi oright andiziboni ndihlala nomama, lomazwi inga ndingawaginya kuba baninzi phandle amantombi awalangazelela ukuba inga ommama babo inga basaphila. kunyaka ka 2016 ndiye ndanomtana ndayombelekela e P.E umama wam azange andilahle ngenxa yengxabano zethu, ebesoloko ekhona ecaleni kwam, endithandazela ukuba inga impilo yam neyomtana iberight, ude wathatha isigqibo sokuyeka emsebenzini wakhe ukuze azokhulisa umtwana wam. ndikhumbula umtwana wam elaliswe esibedlele, akuko nosuku olunye olwalugqitha engakhange aze kusibona, ebendixelela athi uboleke imali ukuze akhwele akwazi ukuza kuthi esibedlele… ndibuhlungu as ndibhala lento ngenxa yamathuba endiwamoshileyo oku xabana nokudela umzali wam uThixo andisikelele ngaye. Kungoku utata wam uzama uku extenda indlu yasekhaya imile okwangoku kuba asikabanayo imali yokuyigqibezela kodwa ndifuna ukumbulela umama wam ngothando andinike lona ndicela nokuba andixolele iziphosiso zam, ndimthembisa ukuthi as soon as ndifumana umsebenzi ogcono ndizokumphata njenge Princess. She is my super Woman.
it’s such a touching story and I believe many of us women have that one or two woman who played and still plays a huge role in our lives. for example, My mom had to work two jobs to get us to where we are now and to tell a bit about her, this is her story and this is how it all started: I grew up in a small rural village outside of Pietermaritzburg called Impendle. My dad was in a taxi industry and when he got shot three months after my mum gave birth to myself and my twin sister. We were left without a father’s love; my mum was left behind with five (5) Kids and without a husband. When my dad died, my mum and dad were both in their twenties and twenty-four years later my mum still able to blush when you mention my Father’s name. she is still a widow and never been with another man. When we ask her why she did not date or get married again, this is her response “It has always been your dad, he was my first and my last”.
Powerful hey! and she will say it with a smile on her face. It was hard to hear all the stories about how much of a noble man my dad was, how he was full of life, full of jokes and fun being around. He was full of energy, beautiful smile, kind and loving to all people but most especially to older people. my mum would say ” While everyone is drinking alcohol and smoking weed or cigarette, your dad would be drinking his Coca Cola and telling his funny stories to everyone” He was that man, that respectful man that every older people would rather be in his taxi than to any other taxi driver. and I guess he was brutally killed out of jealous. basically, he was eliminated from this world for being whom God created to be, being a noble, loving and kind man. My mum made us believe that God exists and that he loves us. But I had my if’s and but’s. I had my days with him where I would blame him for taking my father from my mum and his children’s. I would hate the mentioning of his name for making things hard for us.
Most of my life I knew that he is a God who “claims to love, protect and provide for his people”. I knew the verse that says “God loved the world so much that he gave his only son to die for us so that our sins will be cleansed and be free from sin”. But I thought to myself, did he loved us when he took my dad from his three (3) months old twins – from when he took a young man from his young lady wife. I would ask him “How come you say you love us yet you took one person who could have changed our standard of living, taken us to better schools, live a better life and have a relationship with both our parents. in tears, I will say “You took it all away from us and for that, I will not believe in you”
I thought to myself, WOW this must be such a fool God we put our trust in. but little did I know that my mom still had so much FAITH in the very same God who stole her husband from her and the very same God who made her dreams disappears.
My mum is a perfect example of God loving woman, a woman who stands for what she believes in and a woman who stands by her grounds. if it wasn’t for her faith in God so many things would not have been a success in my life and my sibling’s lives.
She is my Dad, my Friend and my pillar of strength. I Thank her for listening to my never ending stories, thank her for not giving up on me when I feel hopeless and thank you for never complaining but always giving us the little that she has. and this is my message to her: I am proud to call myself your daughter. A daughter of a widow who lost her love of her life 24 years ago and still hasn’t been with another man.
A daughter of the strongest woman I’ve EVER come across. A daughter of a beautiful, selfless and woman of prayer 🙂
I tell you, Mama, God will shine the light upon you one day and it is not far – You just need to be a little patient.
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Growing up was not easy for me. I have ADD. I had to be on Ritalin. And when the other kids found out, they mocked me. The Ritalin made me not hungry so everyday my lunchbox came home full or empty if i threw in the bin.
My mom was the one that helped me through everything. She sat with me trying to get through basic homework because I couldn’t concentrate on my own. She tried to put differentnt things in my lunchbox to get me to eat. She even went to parenting meetings for how to raise a child with ADD. And she is the reason I was about to matriculate with more than just a passing grade.
Then I moved to Joburg from my native Durban because of a job opportunity cor my husband. She was devastated. Her oldest daughter was leaving. But she smiled. She helped me through everything again. And we spoke everyday.
And now, 6 years out of high school, i have left my husband because of being “mistreated”. My mother and father have taken me and my son in, into her already full home, so that we can be safe and looked after for a while. Sje makes every effort to try and sort out what i will nedd to build up for when I find my own place. She is always ready to stop what she is doing, and sit and listen to what worries me. And she is such a blessing to help look after my son.
I don’t know where I would be without her.
its not that easy to say thank you to your parent for the love they tend to provide that they show in multiple of ways. my mom actually sold her house so that she could pay for my fees for this year and we had to move to a shack which means that for me my mom sacrificed her house and my sibling’s family home. i dont think any thing can amount to the things that woman has done for me.